Coming ine box set, p.79
Coming in Hot: Rescue Me Box Set, page 79
And that scared the heck out of her.
As he finished the lasagna she had cooked, Bruna made up her mind. She had never been a coward, she wouldn’t become one now. She waited for him to arrange the silverware neatly on his plate, parallel and right in the middle as he always did, and gulp the red wine in his glass. Then, she unfolded from her chair and stood by his.
His quizzical expression would be comical if it weren’t so endearing.
She framed his face, her thumbs caressed his cheeks. He closed his eyes and hooked his fingers on her hands. She thought he would pry them away, but instead he pressed them tighter against his head.
That was all she needed to know.
Leaning down, she slanted her mouth over his in a quick kiss and waited for his next move, her lips hovering over his. Drew dragged his eyelids halfway open, staring at her mouth and gliding his tongue over his lips.
“God, you’re killing me.”
Bruna wasn’t sure who said that.
Maybe she did.
Maybe he did.
As their mouths meshed in a searing kiss, it didn’t matter.
The universe ceased to exist.
Time stood still.
There was only the two of them and the scorching heat their kisses generated.
Drew pulled her to sit across his lap as her hands messed up his soft hair and his scruffy chin tickled her neck. His erection poked her left hip as he got rid of her dress, pulling it over her head and dropping it on the floor.
“I love how you think,” he whispered as he took in the lacy pair of panties and bra that barely covered her.
A dizzying warmth spread over her skin as his eyes traveled over her body. Their mouths connected again, he nibbled at her lips as his fingers moved the wet fabric of her panties aside to explore her folds. One pass of his fingers over her hard clit and she shivered.
Gasping, she moved her mouth to his ear and whispered, “See what you do to me?”
He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his hard cock. She felt it twitch under the rough material of his jeans. “See what you do to me?”
“This might be the worst thing we’ve ever done.” She trapped his earlobe between her teeth and pulled at it.
He moved his fingers further inside her. “Right now, it feels perfect to me.”
Her body clenched and unclenched around his hand as she fought to get air inside her lungs. She had never felt so overwhelmed by a man’s touch before.
Exhilarating.
Excruciating.
She wanted him to impale her, but feared she would come undone and never be whole again, unless he was the one stitching her back together.
His lips sucked her lower lip as his fingers moved in and out of her, but when the first numbing waves of pleasure washed over her, he withdrew his fingers.
“Don’t stop.”
“Silly, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Bedroom?”
“I can try to get there. No promises, though,” she panted.
Bruna got off his lap and Drew stood up, but before she knew it, her legs wrapped around his waist and he pushed the dishware out of the way to settle her G-string-clad butt on the table. His naughty index finger drew the length of the strip of lace that adorned her butt cheeks. She licked his ear and unzipped his jeans in retaliation. His erection jutted up and she nestled it between her body and his as she crossed her ankles behind Drew’s back.
“Woman, you’ll be the death of me. I won’t make it to the bed.”
She leaned back on the table top, propping herself on her forearms. She summoned the wickedest expression and whispered, “I’m the one on the bottom, you don’t hear me complaining about this mattress.” She patted the flat surface for emphasis.
His stare turned predatory as his hands seized her thighs and pulled her body toward him until her butt reached the edge of the table. His eyes never left hers when he draped her legs over his shoulders.
She melted under his blazing eyes. She had never seen passion like that. It seemed his hungry beast matched hers. As he guided the tip of his cock up and down her folds, a shiver born of ecstasy ran through her body.
Her beast had found her mate and she wouldn’t be satisfied with a one-night-stand.
Chapter Seventeen
Drew
Caution had rushed out the window the moment Bruna stood beside his chair. The hunger in her eyes awoke his barely contained desire. His hunger found echo in hers and he knew he was doomed. He had to have her, own her, mark her as his.
The way her body reacted to him promised a wealth of bliss, he might be on the right track. He felt like their souls had bonded long before their mouths fused in that searing kiss.
Maybe she was already his. Yet, he felt the urge to claim her as his own.
Coating himself in her pleasure, Drew ripped open the condom wrapper he had fished from the back pocket before the jeans pooled down around his feet. He covered himself with the latex glove feeling her eyes glued to him.
She ran an index finger along his length, making his cock twitch and jerk.
His strangled chuckle hurt his chest as much as the passionate look on her face.
“I want you so much it aches. I promise I’ll try to be gentle, but I don’t know that I can.”
The naughty grin that split her swollen lips almost made him come on the spot.
“I’m not a china doll, you know.”
As extra incentive that he didn’t need, she hooked her fingers on her barely-there panties and slid them down her legs, then wrapped those luscious thighs around his waist.
With a grunt, he leaned down and claimed her mouth, their tongues slid against each other as he guided his hard shaft to her entrance. Her warmth enveloped him, luring him to bury himself to the hilt, but her body felt so tight around his wide cock he feared he’d hurt her.
Bruna speared her fingers through his hair, sank her teeth into his lower lip and hissed when he entered her an inch or two. He stopped and waited for her sex to adjust to his girth. Her walls pulsed around him and it was all he could do not to impale her.
She licked his ear. “Don’t stop. I need you. Inside. Now.”
With a thrust of her hips and a tug of her thighs, Bruna’s body swallowed his cock and he gasped. She was a perfect fit to him in more ways than he had imagined. Their bodies snuggled together like two pieces of a puzzle.
He had never cared for the spiritual or metaphysical side of life, but that was the closest he had ever felt to a divine power.
His life suddenly made sense.
His struggles had taken him to that point.
That moment.
To Bruna.
Their bodies intimately connected.
Their souls linked through their locked stares.
He was in heaven.
The thought elated and frightened.
He wanted to fuck her senseless yet feared to move and break the spell.
She decided for him. Again.
Her crossed ankles on the small of his back pulled him slightly closer and she propped her elbows on his shoulders and ground her hips. Her grunts echoed in his ears.
That unleashed his beast. He managed to control his thrusts so that he didn’t hurt her. Barely. She matched his frantic movements with scratches and bites of her own.
“Oh, my freaking God,” she shouted as she melted against his chest when her orgasm hit her.
Then, another and another. Her body trembled in his arms as her sex squeezed his cock. He followed suit, unloading himself inside the rubber condom. Her walls milked him dry as their mouths sealed one last kiss.
When he was able to utter a coherent sentence as opposed to groans and moans of pleasure, he rested his forehead against hers and kissed the tip of her nose. “Thank you. I knew we’d be great together. I had no idea it would be this earth-shattering.”
She smiled. “Never a dull moment with Doctor Bruna Cordeiro. I should get that tattooed somewhere.”
He felt his cock stir her warmth at the thought of reading that right above her perfect ass. “I know just the right place.” His fingers drew a line on that part of her anatomy and she sighed. “I could get used to that,” he whispered, then swatted her butt cheeks and laughed at her startled expression. “Bed. Now. I need some down time before round two.”
“I like the way you think.”
The impish woman jumped off the table and sauntered out of the dining-room, crooking her finger at him. He followed her gladly, after throwing the used condom away in the guest bathroom.
Climbing in bed, he laced his arms around her waist and snuggled her back against his chest. His chin rested on her head and the sweet smell of her release mixed with the scent of honey and vanilla from her hair.
Drew wanted to devour her whole, but only squeezed his arms tighter around her and kissed her hair. She wiggled her butt, then relaxed inside his embrace. Her soft breathing lulled him into sleep.
For the first time in years, Drew drifted to sleep as soon as he closed his eyes.
For the first time since he was a kid, images of fire and destruction didn’t haunt his sleep.
For the first time since he lost his parents, the stench of charred wood disappeared.
The sweet scent of honey, vanilla and naughty Doctor Bruna Cordeiro filled his nostrils instead.
He had found sanctuary.
Chapter Eighteen
Bruna
Groggy from sleep, Bruna’s senses gradually registered the feathery touch of Drew’s fingers on her skin, moving from her nipples to her belly button, to her navel. She hissed when their tips brushed the scar on her left thigh and she winced.
“Didn’t mean to hurt you.” His whisper sounded inside her ear as his tongue licked its shape.
She raised a hand to tug at his hair when his fingers invaded her. She bowed her back and dropped her head on his shoulder. His knee moved between her legs, opening her thighs as his hand splayed on her midriff. Her fingers sank on his shoulder when his cock slid between her butt cheeks.
“I’ve got you. Relax,” he coaxed her as his hand bent her right leg over his and his latex-covered cock poked at her entrance.
His thrusts were slow and hypnotic, not frantic and mind-blowing like their first time. She savored the sensations building up inside her as his erection moved in and out of her. Instead of the tsunami of pleasure, she felt a rising tide of bliss. Equally breathtaking, though. She moaned and sighed when her sex squeezed him and sought his mouth in a deep kiss when his release warmed her from inside. The strong jets triggered a new wave of sensations in her.
When his cock slid out of her, she turned around in his arms to stare into his golden-green eyes. Framing his cheeks with her fingers, she played with his lips, tasting them with the tip of her tongue. Her thumbs caressed his face and the light in his eyes almost blinded her.
“Call me crazy, but I don’t want to move. Ever.” He chuckled against her neck.
“That makes two of us.”
She pressed an ear to his heart as his arms locked behind her back, his calloused palms drawing circles on her skin.
His chest rumbled under her face when he asked, “What’s the story of that scar?”
Bruna closed her eyes and braced herself for the usual rush of panic. For the first time in ten years, her heart didn’t burst into a million pieces at the memories. They upset her, but that was all.
She snapped her head up until their eyes met. “It’s you!”
He knitted his eyebrows. “What did I do?”
“You made it go away.” She pinched his cheek. “I love you for it.”
Chapter Nineteen
Drew
She said the L word and he didn’t burst into flames. Good sign. Still, she made no sense.
“Love you too, but I’m confused. What did I do again?”
“You made the pain disappear.”
Drew didn’t think he could feel that bewitched without being balls-deep inside Bruna’s tight body, but she had just proved him wrong.
His heart swelled, choking him. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and replied, framing her face with his hands, “You did the same to me, so I guess we’re even.”
She frowned. “I noticed your pain the first time we met. Will you tell me your story, if I tell you mine?”
He nodded and kissed her softly. “This sounds like a long conversation we shouldn’t have in bed, though. How about the living room?”
Bruna donned a navy blue oversized terrycloth robe and offered one to Drew. He eyeballed her and cracked up. “Love your sense of humor.” He accepted the bright pink robe and put it on.
They sat on the couch, and then he pulled her legs up and across his lap. He needed to feel her skin under his fingers as if anchoring him as he braced himself for what was to come. His past was dark and he bet Bruna’s wasn’t all rainbows and unicorns.
He never thought it would be that heart-wrenching.
“In my last year at Stanford, I was raped by my professor, a world-renowned neurologist who thought he’d get away with it. He had before. People didn’t believe his victims. He was a good-looking, charming man married to a former runway top model. He chose women who were the opposite, average looking and obese. I was his type.” Bruna paused and he tried to reassure her, but she raised a hand. “I’ve overcome that part. Irony is a coping mechanism.”
He nodded and resumed smoothing the skin of her thighs.
“Jay Hendrix and I had an affair. I fell head over heels for him. He promised he’d leave his wife. He got progressively more violent until one afternoon he raped me. He got off on dominating his victims as much as the final violence. He was careful about evidence and nobody believed the other women. They thought they were vengeful after feeling scorned by him. Police found DNA under my fingernails and other victims came forward after I took the story to the media, so they were able to convict him.”
“You finished college after that?”
“I was almost done, but still finishing it wasn’t easy and I never trusted my heart to another man again. Besides my body, he violated my faith in love. He stole that from me, but I didn’t allow him to steal the reason I had chosen medicine in the first place. I wanted to help people heal, so I did that. I went back home, built my practice and worked with Doctors Without Borders.”
Drew wanted to ask if she’d trust him with her heart, but kept the question locked up inside. The pain in her eyes was eating away at him, so he didn’t want to add to it. One thing wasn’t clear to him, though.
“And the scar?” She closed her eyes for a moment and he felt like a jerk for causing her more pain, exactly what he wanted to avoid. He kissed her cheek. “Forget about it.”
Her eyes flew open. “That’s okay. Again, I didn’t feel the pain I was expecting to feel.”
Her smile warmed his chest and his heart swelled a little more.
“Is it very bad that you just turned me on? Not the story, but your smiling mouth does the naughtiest things to me.”
Her grin grew wider and her brown eyes sparkled. “I’ve got plans to do a lot of wicked things to you, mister.”
“Can’t wait. Let’s finish the stories then.” He winked.
“Fair enough. I fought Jay tooth and nail to prevent the assault, but the bastard had a pocket knife he pulled on me. He held it to my throat during the assault and slashed my thigh before he left. He went for my iliac artery and missed it by a fraction because I moved my leg out of instinct. I knew what he was doing, and so did he. He thought he had cut it and left me to die. The district attorney wasn’t able to prove intent in court, so Jay was found not guilty on the attempted murder count. But, he was found guilty on multiple counts of rape, so he’ll rot in jail for a long time.”
“How the hell did you recover from that?”
“I had a great therapist and found my calling in my practice and the volunteer work. No big secret or magical solution there.”
Drew stared at her for a long time. “I never believed in shrinks. They never helped me.”
“Did you let them in? I mean, did you tell them how you felt or did you just sit there and brood?”
He chuckled. “How did you get to know me so well so soon?”
She kissed his cheek. “It’s like reading a book. Your emotions are all over your face.”
“And here I thought I was a mysterious dude.”
“Fat chance.”
Drew didn’t resist kissing her pouting lip. “I was twelve when a wildfire gone very bad burned my house. A female firefighter got me out, but when she returned to get my parents, they all got trapped by the fallen ceiling and never made it out of the house. I saw a therapist then. I agree she might have saved me from becoming a suicidal teen. But her colleagues did nothing for me five years ago when another fire took my girlfriend, her son, and our unborn child.”
“I’m so sorry.” She kissed his cheek and he held her tight against his chest.
For the first time, he didn’t feel as if the other person pitied him. The warmth in Bruna’s voice wrapped around him like a blanket, a security one at that.
“Did you become a smoke jumper because of your parents?”
“I used to think it was because of the firefighter. Anyway, it was something I loved doing for the adrenaline as much as for fighting the wildfires. For the longest time, Jen begged me to find a new job. I could’ve gone back to regular firefighting. I was too stubborn. Last time I saw her, we had this huge fight. She found out she was pregnant and wanted me to quit. I was an ass to her and left the house without apologizing. A fire broke out in San Bernardino and I was sent away for a couple of days. She lived in my house with her fifteen-year-old son. I adored him as if he was my own. A dimwit neighbor decided to renovate his house and to save a few bucks, did the job himself. He didn’t know what he was doing and blew up his house. The fire of the explosion spread fast to half of the houses on our street, including mine.”
“I can imagine your pain, being a firefighter and all.”
